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Poetry

Matt Bialer ~ A Poem

SILVER GHOSTMatt-Bialer

A VISIT FROM A RELATIVE

A middle aged slender woman
And her husband
Enter Beth Israel Medical Center
First Avenue and 11th Street
Manhattan

1100 bed hospital

Saint Laurent Marmot noir fur coat
Long sleeved sequined mini-dress

Husband in a Tom Ford suit
Gray stripes
Jacquard stitching

Approach front desk

I am here
To see a patient

– Can I have the patient’s name?

Francine Powell

– Hmm, are you sure
-That is the name?

Of course I am sure
She is my relative

She is my great aunt Fannie

– There is no one registered
– By that name

– Perhaps you have
-The wrong hospital

This is the right hospital
In fact until today

I did not know
That she’s been here for twenty years

Twenty years!

Is she sick?
What’s wrong with her?

An administrator
Approaches the desk

– Why do you
– Want to see Ms. Powell?

She’s my Aunt Fannie
And none of her family

Knows that she lives here

– She does not allow visitors

It’s a hospital
Patients have visitors

– Madam does not allow visitors

Let’s go home Grace
We tried

I’m not going anywhere Daniel
Until I see my aunt

Turns to the Administrator

We need to know
That she’s ok

She’s our blood
She’s our blood

Area on third floor
Set aside

For our special patient

Concierge service
Flat screen TV

In room sleep sofas
For family members

Grace and Daniel
Knock on the door

Private night nurse Maddie
Greets them

Jamaican lady

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